If I have my way,
every night I will sleep with your thoughts,
deeply drenched in the splendor of love,
and when I will break my long winding repose,
smiling and drenched in your opulent yore,
our grandeur allegory,
will beam through the dawn lit skies,
screaming silently our palatial tales
through the dancing agog of my gleaming eyes

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